Not becomming insane dad

English psytrance track with long hypnotic intro (2–3 minutes before first drop), strongly inspired dramatic psychedelic energy (not a copy). Intro dominated by rhythmic spoken mantra similar in structure to classic psytrance vocal builds. Repeat “I’m not becoming insane… insane insane…” in evolving patterns, stutters and pitch shifts so it feels iconic and hypnotic but original. Gradually intensify with glitch effects and tension. Insert short autobiographical fragments (caravan start, blamed early, no internet, found music late, losses, diabetes, became clean for son, night drive with girlfriend and son Elias). Sound: fast psytrance tempo, rolling bassline, tight kick, swirling arpeggios, chaotic builds → euphoric melodic drops. Use filtered “dad yelling” fragments as rhythmic noise in builds only. Soft emotional breakdown with “Ah di læ” before final explosive drop. Mood: controlled madness, resilience, empowerment, deeply personal yet festival-scale.

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Lyrics

Title: I’M NOT BECOMING Long Intro (spoken, hypnotic, gradually intensifying): I’m not becoming insane… insane… insane… insane… insane… I’m not becoming insane — I’m already there. Still sane… partly sane… I remember the caravan. Rain on metal. Music low so nobody would hear. I remember being blamed before I even knew what I was blamed for. I remember thinking — why does nobody fight for me? I’m not becoming insane… insane… insane… insane… I’m not becoming insane — I’m already there. Small room. No internet. Building sounds in my head because there was nowhere else to put them. Too many names that disappeared. Too many empty spaces left behind. I stopped crying. That scared me the most. I’m not becoming insane… insane… insane… insane… But I’m still sane. Because I have to be. Because of a small voice calling me “dad”. (beat intensifies) August air. Tiny hands. A reason I couldn’t abandon. May — we brought you home. October — silence again. Just us two. Learning how to survive the quiet. I’m not becoming insane… insane… insane… insane… I’m already there. But I stayed. DROP 1: I’M NOT BECOMING INSANE — I’M HOLDING THE LINE BETWEEN THE DARK AND WHAT’S MINE PARTLY SANE CAUSE I HAVE TO BE SOMEONE HAS TO STAY SOMEONE HAS TO LEAD Verse: They said I wouldn’t last said I wouldn’t grow said I’d disappear like a shadow in the snow But I learned to build from the ground below When no one believed I had to show Pre-Build: Look at me now, dad… I’m still here. Drop 2: I’M NOT BECOMING INSANE — I’M BUILT FROM THE STORM I TURNED THE CHAOS INTO A FORM I’M STILL HERE STILL ALIVE STILL DRIVING FORWARD WITH A REASON TO SURVIVE Bridge (soft): Ah di læ… Ah di læ… A language only love could say. I’m not completely insane. Anyway. Final Drop: I’M NOT BECOMING INSANE — INSANE INSANE INSANE I’M NOT BECOMING INSANE — I JUST LEARNED HOW TO CONTAIN ALL THE NOISE ALL THE PAIN ALL THE THINGS I CAN’T EXPLAIN Outro: Not becoming. Not collapsing. Just continuing. Still sane.